Bab 708: Hunting List

"Little fella, you should eat more! The roasted flood dragon leg is just—"

Shake. Shake.

"Come on! Don't be so shy! Think of me as your grandfather."

"…."

"Aw, you poor thing. You lost your parents and grandparents to those scum humans. Even your brain took a big hit from the attack, right? Must be hard, unable to speak and all."

Stare. Stare.

"I get it. I get it. I won't remind you of those days…."

Nod. Nod.

"But eat just a bit mor—"

Fierce shake.

"Sigh…" Mendis' shoulders drooped as he glanced at the stubborn Varian.

Varian glanced back with a neutral expression. But inside his mind, he was cursing this abyssal without stopping.

'Even if I'm a level 7 body awakener, my stomach is about to burst! Did you find out my identity and try to kill me with excess eating?'

If Mendis insisted, Varian would've really thought so.

Thankfully, the archduke waved to the maids who cleared up the dining table and cleaned them up.